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[lewoooooo]

Family Flight 🦸‍♂🦇🐦

I really love this baby cheek❤❤ This is the most perfect thing I've ever drawn recently💓💓

I enjoy with these cute details too🥰

The lollipop Dick WANTS is in Bruce's belt and Uncle Supe might be able to do him a little favor~

[outdooradventureblissblog]

[dieubius]

found these on my old google drive. did these on mspaint instead of class work lmaoo

[ilitiaforever]

Commission Clark mpreg cute art

[webshootersandwingdings]

Obsessed with the beauty of Jen Bartel’s Superman

Wonder Woman #800

[layla-lobelia]

Chapter 1 : The Sun

Word Count: Approximately 1,162 words. Summary: The story begins with a nine-year-old Clark Kent watching as new neighbors, the Johnson family, move into the farmhouse next door.

The Kansas sun hung high in the sky, casting long shadows across the golden fields surrounding the Kent farm. Nine-year-old Clark Kent sat on the porch steps, his legs swinging back and forth as he watched the dust trail behind the moving truck rolling down the narrow dirt road. The truck creaked to a stop beside the neighboring farmhouse, a place that had been empty for as long as Clark could remember.

Clark tugged at the edge of his flannel shirt, feeling a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. New neighbors weren’t exactly common in Smallville, and the idea of meeting someone new made his heart race a little. He glanced back at the screen door behind him, where his mom, Martha Kent—or Ma Kent as everyone in town called her—was finishing up in the kitchen.

“You ready to meet the new folks?” Ma asked as she stepped out, carrying a large apple pie wrapped in a checkered cloth. Her smile was bright, but she had a keen way of noticing when Clark was uneasy.

“Yeah, I guess,” Clark replied, his voice a little higher than usual. He wasn’t scared exactly, but he couldn’t help feeling a little jittery.

Ma laughed softly and set the pie down for a moment, kneeling beside him. “They’re just people, Clark. Probably nervous, just like you are. But what’s the best way to meet new folks?”

Clark rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help grinning. “With kindness,” he said, parroting what Ma had told him a hundred times before.

“That’s right.” She ruffled his hair gently. “Now come on. Let’s give ‘em a proper Smallville welcome.”

Clark hopped off the porch, his boots kicking up little puffs of dirt as he and his mother made their way across the field that separated their farm from the neighbors’. He could see two men unloading furniture from the truck, lifting a couch and a couple of boxes toward the house. A woman stood nearby, shading her eyes with one hand as she surveyed the work. As Ma and Clark approached, the woman turned toward them and smiled.

“Hello there!” Ma Kent called out cheerfully, waving with her free hand.

The woman wiped her hands on her apron and walked over to greet them. Her hair was pulled into a neat bun, and her brown skin glowed in the sunlight. She looked warm and welcoming, the kind of person who could put anyone at ease with just a smile.

“Well, hello!” she said, her voice bright and full of energy. “You must be the Kents! I’m Flora Johnson. We’ve heard so many good things about you already.”

“And we’ve been lookin’ forward to meeting you,” Ma Kent replied, offering the pie with both hands. “We brought a little something—hope you all like apple pie.”

Flora’s eyes lit up as she accepted the pie. “Apple pie? Oh, this is just perfect! Thank you so much, Martha.” She handed Ma Kent a large glass jar filled with amber-colored honey. “My husband and I keep bees, so here’s a little something from our hive. You’ll never find better honey.”

Clark stood quietly by Ma’s side, his eyes flicking between the two women. He wasn’t sure when he was supposed to speak, and he felt like he was too big to hide behind Ma’s skirt but too shy to just stand there.

Flora seemed to notice Clark for the first time, her eyes softening as she bent down slightly to his level. “And who’s this handsome young man?”

“This is my son, Clark,” Ma Kent said with a proud smile. “Clark, say hello to Mrs. Johnson.”

Clark’s ears burned red as he mumbled, “Hello, ma’am,” keeping his eyes on the ground.

Flora chuckled softly. “A little shy, huh? Don’t worry, my daughter’s the same way. She’s around your age, but she’s probably hiding out in the barn right now. She’s not too thrilled about moving.”

Ma Kent gave Clark a gentle nudge. “Why don’t you go introduce yourself, Clark? I’m sure she’d love to meet someone her own age.”

Clark hesitated for a moment, but the idea of meeting someone new tugged at him, curiosity outweighing his nerves. “Okay,” he said, giving his mom a quick nod before walking toward the barn, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets.

As he rounded the side of the barn, he spotted a girl standing on the other side of a wooden fence. Her curly black hair, tied back with a red scarf, bounced as she tried to scramble over the fence. Her overalls, covered in tiny embroidered flowers, were dirt-smudged, and her face was scrunched up in concentration as she pulled herself up, one foot barely managing to hook over the top rail.

Clark watched for a moment, biting back a laugh, before stepping closer. “Uh, what’re you doing?”

The girl startled, her grip slipping as she dropped back down to the ground with a soft thud. She spun around, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. “I’m tryin’ to leave,” she muttered, wiping her hands on her overalls as she glared at him. “What’s it to you?”

Clark blinked, caught off guard by her bluntness. “Leave? But… you just got here.”

Layla frowned and crossed her arms. “I don’t like it here. What if the people here are mean? I don’t know anyone, and I don’t wanna be here.”

Clark tilted his head, thinking for a second before he stepped a little closer. “I’m not mean. And you know me now.”

The girl huffed but didn’t say anything, her stubbornness starting to crack a little.

“I’ll be your friend,” Clark said simply, his voice full of warmth. “That way, you don’t have to worry about not knowin’ anyone. I’m Clark, by the way.”

Layla’s frown slowly melted into something softer as she stared at him. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she dropped her arms to her sides. “I’m Layla,” she said quietly, kicking at the dirt with her boot. “You really wanna be my friend?”

Clark shrugged like it was the easiest thing in the world. “Why not? We’re neighbors, right? And I don’t got many friends either.”

Layla’s eyes widened a little, as if she couldn’t quite believe he meant it. She glanced back at the fence for a moment, then at Clark. Finally, she gave a small, hesitant smile. “You don’t seem like a bad neighbor.”

Clark smiled back, feeling a sense of relief and happiness spread through him. “And you don’t seem so bad yourself.”

Layla took a step forward, a little more confident now. “So… what do you do around here? Is there anything fun?”

Clark thought for a moment, then grinned. “Well, there’s a creek just down the hill. We can catch frogs and stuff. And sometimes Pa lets me drive the tractor. It’s pretty cool.”

Layla raised an eyebrow. “You can drive a tractor?”

Clark puffed out his chest a little. “Yup! Well, mostly just steer it. But it’s still fun.”

Layla giggled, the sound light and free. “Alright, that sounds kinda fun. Maybe this place won’t be so bad after all.”

Clark beamed, glad that he had managed to cheer her up. “Come on, I’ll show you the creek. It’s not far.”

Layla hesitated for a second, then nodded. “Okay, but you better not trick me.”

“I won’t!” Clark said with a laugh, already turning to lead the way. “Promise.”

As they walked back toward the barn, Layla glanced over at Clark, a small smile playing on her lips. Maybe this new place wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[freesketchgo]

Clark Kent meets Matches Malone (Bruce Wayne) drawing details - Illustration for @susiecarter - Poker Face (AO3) Video edited by: @daviwea

When it comes to DC shipping, I'm an absolute forever fan of wonderbat and I love to make fanart on that theme, but I found susiecarter's DCEU fanfics really fascinating and I wanted to do an illustration for one of her works one day, while drawing my usual pictures, so here it is. It was a lot of fun to draw Bruce with his set hair, fake mustache and horrible suit as befits Matches Malone.

[rozeoxim]

Think about them all day

[simeonscott]

Superman: "Congratulations on making it through another hectic week folks, hope you have a swell weekend!"

[woshibaixianggua]

克拉克生日快樂！換寶寶超過生日啦！

[minyboy]

Happy #InternationalMensDay to all men. Never let the world discourage for being who you are. Use your amazing gifts for the world, for if you do good to others and every man can be a Superman.

[skylarmoon71]

Lex Luthor (Smallville/X-Men) AU - Fanfiction - Chapter 1

It was strange for the average person, but Lex felt like he was used to his life being in danger. So hiring new security at this point was a routine.

That's why he had the string of people in suits walking in and out of his mansion. His last option had to be the winner, he hoped. In truth he had a lot of good prospects. Maybe his reluctance came with his lack of trust.

If Clark had the credentials he would hire him in a heartbeat. He was probably the only person in the world he trusted with his life. Heaven knows he's been there for him on more occasions than he can count.

"Send them in."

His assistant nodded, opening the doors as the last interviewee walked in. The door closed behind them and Lex looked up, ready with questions, but the person standing before him made his brows knit.

It was a woman, if he could say that.

This person could not have been much older than Clark.

Yet she was dressed in a suit. brows furrowed. Face stuck in what seemed like a perpetual glare.

Lex did a double take, eyes moving to the resume before him.

(Y/N) Howlett.

"You served two years overseas?"

"Yes. I joined the army when I was eighteen. I returned a few months ago. My lieutenant said I should live a normal life. So now I'm here."

He's certain this could not be what he meant.

Not many people your age gravitated to the military. At least not in Smallville.

He had a list of questions, but it just felt awkward to ask. He wasn't sure how he felt about hiring someone who looked fresh out of college. You should have been pursuing other interests. Something that didn't involve the possibility of death.

"If you're worried you'll put me in danger, that's unnecessary. I know this place has a lot of weird occurrences. So my story shouldn't be that hard to grasp."

"Your story?" Lex asked.

"I can't die."

He just stared at you blankly wondering if you were just trying to bag the job. He couldn't help but smile.

"I appreciate the enthusiasm but this is a serious position and I-"

You stood, lifting your hand and when he saw your clenching fist manifest three metal claws, he stumbled out of his seat. You angled it towards your stomach and he panicked

"W-Wait stop!!"

The metal pierced your skin and Lex flinched when you barely even reacted. Your expression was neutral as the claws retracted and you unclench your fist.

"Like I said, I can't die. I'll be expecting my first check on time."

Lex was too speechless to speak. He swallowed, still glancing at your stomach as if waiting for you to collapse. You just fixed your suit, completely unbothered by the blood that dirtied your white shirt.

There was really only one thing to do.

"You're hired."

That's how you became his personal bodyguard.

Of course he still had his appointed head of security, but you accompanied him at all personal events and meetings. At first he wasn't sure how to act naturally around you. Especially after the discovery. He expected you to at least show some kind of unease, but your entire personality was unbothered.

The first time he saw you in action, he was at a conference.

"The room is secured."

You stepped to the side for him to enter the suite. He did so as you followed behind, closing the door.

"The senator and a few other politicians are going to be at the banquet. I'd advise that after your speech you have a few words with a select few and leave. A lot of people could care less for some of the political agendas of these rich idiots."

Lex was surprised at the language.

"You realize I'm one of those rich idiots."

"You are rich, but you're not an idiot. I've been around enough of them to tell."

He couldn't help but smile. If he could appreciate one thing, it was your bluntness and honesty. You weren't someone who held your tongue. Then again, you didn't really say much unless it had to do with his safety.

"I appreciate the compliment."

"It wasn't a compliment."

There was that bluntness.

He nodded, heading to place down his briefcase to go over a few matters before he called it a night. There was a connecting room which you insisted on, so he knew you would probably do another round through the halls before you decided to turn in. He made himself comfortable on the couch, letting out a sigh when there was a knock on the door.

"Room service!"

You were quick to answer the door, and in strolled a man with a trolley. He smiled, and Lex was about to make a request when you grabbed the man by the back of his head and slammed it into the tray. Lex jolted, and the door flung open, two more men walking with guns in their hands.

Lex barely saw you even draw your own before shots were firing. His body dropped to the floor and he heard the sound of shouts and bones breaking. A yell echoed and someone was thrown over the couch. He jumped in place when the man fell right in front of him, unconscious.

Face badly bruised.

There was another sound of metal connecting with bone. If the harsh bang was anything to go off. Another body landed over the couch and he scrambled to grab the gun out of the man's waist band just as you lowered. Lex had managed to free the weapon, pointing it right at your face. When he realized he cursed, lowering his hand.

"Good reflexes."

That's all you said and he just stared at you as if you'd grown an extra head.

"I almost shot you in the face!"

"Can't die, remember?"

He wanted to say more, but he couldn't really think of what he could say. You straightened, and he followed, looking at the scene. All three men were down for the count.

"I called John."

His head of security.

That was a good call.

"Police will be here soon. Let's get you out of this room. You're making that speech tomorrow whether these assholes like it or not."

You took his upper arm, about to lead him away but he halted.

You turn.

"How..how did you know?"

"I caught their scent earlier so I told John and I decided to keep an eye out just in case. They reek of gunpowder. I was worried they would attack in the open, but they were trying to keep everything on a lower scale. Hence the room service. Oldest trick in the book."

He couldn't believe it.

You'd literally saved him from an assassination with nothing but a scent that you supposedly caught. He had so many questions, but he figured he could do so in a room that didn't have unconscious assassins.

When he accepted your words, you gave a nod as you led him out.

Maybe that's when he realized that he shouldn't question your judgment. He supposed it was just hard to break certain habits. At the time he was just grateful he hadn't caught a bullet.

Just like that, your partnership continued. 

[margueritesauvage]

Jon & Jay nap time + Lois & Clark couple time in Just lovers texting to each other in #ActionComics #1059 story by Dan Parent

[fonzzothemasked]

Superman is my favorite character in all fiction. Looking for my own interpretation of Superman.

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Look Up 🦸🏻 Superman

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December 16,2024

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[clarkcollide]

Lois And Clark!! <3

First post like ever lol, been scared to post on tumblr bc it looked complicated 😭,

Feel free to use for a matching pfp with credits in the bio for like anything lol 🤭